

here she is again, mom-after-dark confessionals
It’s been nearly impossible to hold it together lately. Started a laundry list of the things bogging me down but then the list itself started bogging me down and I WANT OUTTA THE BOG. Long story short, moms (esp moms with 90% of the parenting load) don’t get a fucking break man. Everyday I’m spinnin the porcelain plates. 3am, 4am, 5am til I’m limping out at 8pm…SPINNIN. And I’m fucking dizzy. And i don’t wanna hold it together anymore. After dark I wanna put on some hoe shit and feel something. for me, for you, for every mom spinnin too calloused by the day to remember she’s still in there fly as fuck.
SHE FLY AS FUCK.
Whenever people ask me why I’m on here I grapple with an explanation. Like I (or anyone) needs to somehow align her identify with a more palatable version of womanhood after motherhood. Like we should just put on our last pair of leggings and die in them holding our families up as we sink into the (lululemon-branded) ground.
Tempting based on exhaustion levels but ehhhhh….. for me life’s too short to skip a pleather look fam. I wanna be kitch. Go off brand. If I’m going down I’m going down w a lil flair. Stealing a lil “me time” 🙄 to be a different cliche! I don’t do New Years resolutions cuz who has the time but idk, maybe i should. Imma stop apologizing (even if it’s mostly to myself) for being myself AND mayyyybe get more moms in blue pleather corsets (or whatever their version of that is) feeling themselves away from the crushing responsibility of everything else
New moms (and old…to be honest) are in a constant collision of identity and once in awhile we need to just be a fucking tornadoooooo. No?
Idk I’m workshopping.
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